Lyrics:
glaze across
This and that's always the key
But key to what?
Success? Then go ahead, lead the way
Your shoes don't look that beaten up
Defeating
crazy"
I don't give a shit, dawg
Yo, we finna, ayo, ayo, fuck Raquel though, fuck that bitch
It's what you all been waitin' for, ain't it?
This No
the days of Riko and Bucky
Now it's Boasty, me and my brudda Mucky
Time flies but I'm here for it, I want the smoke
Nearly finished with the cars, then I
from chillin'
Cause rappers harassin' me, illin'
They rich, infatuated by just casually livin'
The bitch could have a threesome with 'em
So now they
down to play with my children
Now I got bands, I'm playin' with millions
But, I can't lie and say, "I don't miss you"
Knowin' the I'm Him album
But I won't let myself get haunted by the devil in a new dress
If all you do is shit on people
Then you get constipation
After the abolition comes
track's
I don't know why they hating, 'coz this hit slap
New album, I've been working on like a week back
This a trap, ain't no rap on the leekage
(Dunk
sounds of the pot scraping, me, I only hear music (uh)
Cosign I don't need one
I was a shooter now I feed one (now I feed one)
Hundred bands in
stand by it before we start up a damn riot
If you don't wanna get stampeded then stand quiet
Boy, girl, dog, woman, man, child (I'll shit on you)
I
the bench, I'ma score
I could hit a million hoes, that's legit, but I'm sure
They don't make 'em like my bitch anymore
Who let these kids in the door?
You
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
IN YOUR FACE! (In yo' face)
[Kool Keith]
Yeah, yeah
Let's get some fuckin hit records goin right now
East coast to West coast, I don
nails, yeah
You wasn't there and now I'm outta here, yeah
You call my phone, I ignore and I don't care, yeah
You say you goin' broke and I don't care
knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
While they coked up and weeded
Open fire
Now them niggas bleedin'
See me in flesh
And test
And get your chest blown
Straight out the west, don't get
While they coked up and weeded
Open fire
Now them niggas bleedin'
See me in flesh
And test
And get your chest blown
Straight out the west, don't get
hit the club with a mug
So mean got them niggas
Like who the fuck is that
Then I hop up out the car
So clean got them hoes
Like who the fuck is that
Hit
By All Means Necessary
Written, produced, directed, by Blastmaster KRS-One
Mixed, by DJ Doc
And now.. it's TIME.. to GET {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
BDP
I'm fucking is a FICO
I'm MJ, Tyson
Bitches can't face em
You don't wanna smoke bitch
Need a hit I lace em
Got the fattest sacrum
Dripping let em
of his albums, you downloaded them
He ain't got no security, the pound?s holdin him
And if he never told you before, you now know it then
Chorus:
If you
snickers with no nuts no satisfaction.
I hustle and flow, mighta been by my cheese since I was knee high.
Weed what you need, hit me I'ma drop off
nobody outta shit,
Then they put it on the town,
Shit got real,
When you was in the fourth grade I had a record deal,
You got one hit record now you
'em with the crack pot
Then I'm 'finna beat 'em in the parking lot
As they forgot that my alter ego can hit a jackpot
From a one shot slot machine
I
them all away then haul away
The raw decay then y'all will say
"We don't know"
The K.O.D'll spray the fraud away
Make it a holiday
See killin' when
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